1135: 384.
From the King of the Forest Clearing to the Swamp Lord_2 1135: 384.
From the King of the Forest Clearing to the Swamp Lord_2 Soon, he saw Chief Hog waiting for them in a spacious cavern.
Today, Hog seed to be dressed for traveling far.
He had already changed into his lightweight leather armor, and his majestic seat wolf was napping beside him.
Next to Hog stood a row of skeleton armies, displayed like artifacts, waiting for the guests to choose from.
“Skeleton shield holders, skeleton swordsn, skeleton archers, skeleton spearn, skeleton cavalry, and skeleton mages—these are all the types of skeleton armies I currently have.
Pick one for yourself, don’t be shy, choose freely.”
Hog grinned, mimicking the chieftain’s tone, and wielding the seat wolf leather whip expertly crafted by Nash, he said to the indecisive Dog Egg:
“I can guarantee they won’t resist your death summoning, but ‘free’ help is only available this once—as thanks for my friends in the ‘Scarlet Beast Group’ helping take back Smugglers’ Forest.
If you want more later, you’ll have to assist the Bloodclaw Clan just like your friends!
I an, it’s mutual assistance, each getting what they need, the Bloodclaw Clan still has lots of jobs waiting for mighty warriors to complete, and we have prepared reasonable rewards accordingly.”
“Can I really pick one for free?”
Dog Egg perked up imdiately.
He rubbed his hands, thanking the cunning Jackal Tribe Chief for his generosity, though Cheche and Good Pigeon by his side were skeptical.
Hog’s generosity was conditional—they had also done tasks here at the Bloodclaw Clan before.
To their eyes, although Hog was clever, the barbaric habits of the Jackal Tribe still influenced him.
While issuing tasks, Sir Morphy on the other hand could make one feel refreshed and appreciated, whereas with Hog, one could only feel a cold, fair trade.
Of course, this stereotype was obviously also related to Hog’s terrible appearance, but nevertheless, in acting as an NPC, Hog was far from expert level.
He was at best a newbie on the road.
“I want this one!
This one looks really imposing.”
After so deliberation, Brother Dog Egg finally chose a skeleton cavalry riding a skeleton horse.
Hog didn’t care that the guy had picked the “most expensive” one; to him, the skeleton army was expendable, given the players’ overly “wild” combat styles and fiercely intense battle thods—they would soon break it, and then return to buy new servants from him.
Hmm, in that case, he should look forward to the warriors breaking it.
When Dog Egg clumsily perford the death summoning art system and signed the servant contract with the skeleton cavalry, Hog, holding the festival wand, suppressed the skeleton cavalry’s spirit resistance.
Hog had possessed this festival wand for more than a day or two, he was a quick learner and had already mastered how to use it and had gained so understanding of the undead creatures.
Undead creatures, although already dead, were endowed with a certain “free will” when pulled back into the human world from the embrace of death in Hades; enslaving undead creatures ant one had to contest this “dead will.”
This was difficult for beginners, and for a newcor like Dog Egg, who had changed professions less than a day ago, it was unthinkable.
But now, with Hog’s help, Dog Egg successfully completed the enslavent, although the process completely drained the pitiable Spiritual Energy within his body, forcing him to sit on the ground, gasping for air and resting, while feeling the unique changes brought by the undead contract.
His will seed to extend outward, bound in a “binding” manner to the skeleton cavalry.
He could issue so vague commands to it.
This thod of command would beco progressively more pinpoint as he ca to understand the Coffin Bearer profession and improved his manipulation of Spiritual Energy.
According to the tale heard from Lady Cui Si when he changed professions, it was said that the undead masters in Moon Holy City could even command their zombie brides to perform a belly dance infused with desert flavor, rivaling the grace of an elegant dancer.
However, that legendary level was clearly still far off for Dog Egg.
“That festival wand!”
As a “Blood Inquisitor,” Cheche keenly noticed the festival wand at Hog’s waist and tentatively asked:
“Is it for sale?”
“You really have an eye, greedy warrior.”
Hog didn’t get angry at the warrior’s coveting his treasure.
Instead, the sly Jackal mounted his seat wolf and, with a mysteriously enticing voice, opportunistically enticed:
“I’d be glad to gift it to you, but not just yet, as I only have this one wand and I need it to protect my clan.
But in the future, who knows, maybe I’ll gift such a powerful magic artifact to those friends of the Bloodclaw Clan.
Yes…
As long as we can beco good friends!
Everything in our treasury, everything I own, can be yours.
However, for now, I must leave.
Please manage your skeleton cavalry well and don’t let it run amok in my lair.
Also, my hunters have told that vampires from the Wolf Poison Clan have been spotted recently in the area bordering the Woodland and the Andaman Hills.
Why not give those enemies eternal death in the na of Sir Morphy, oh, that beautiful word ‘eternal silence,’ it’s really a tongue twister for the Jackal’s tongue.”
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